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farther for her.
    He tasted salty and spicy at the same time
and she wondered what he had eaten to give his juice that piquant flavor. It
was not in the least offensive but rather aphrodisiacal and it was playing hell
with her need to have him inside her.
    “Easy, sweeting,” he whispered. “It has
been a long time since I’ve had a woman pleasure me and I am ripe to bursting.”
    She pulled away from him and looked up.
“Then come, my warrior,” she said. “Come hard and come long. I am ready for
you.”
    Ailyn’s body shuddered at her words and as
soon as her mouth closed over him again, he spilled his seed into her waiting
mouth, flowing down her relaxed throat, and shivering as though with the ague
as she swallowed his essence—her tongue and the roof of her mouth milking him
of every last spurt. He experienced such a strong climax, such a thoroughly
exhilarating fulfillment, he doubted it could have been any better.
    It had been over twenty years since Ailyn
Harmattan had lain with a woman. The last time had been on his father’s ship in
a stolen moment with a yeoman whose name he could no longer remember. He had
been young, virtually inexperienced, and the only memory of that quick,
clandestine foray into carnality had been the young woman’s eagerness to suck
his cock though she hadn’t wanted it inside her. He had yet to know the
pleasure of sliding between a woman’s thighs and he looked forward to the
moment he could claim Shanee Iphito as his mate.
    He shuddered again as she straightened up
between his legs and licked her lips, her eyes locked on his.
    “You are more man than this woman has ever
seen,” she told him.
    He held his arms out to her and she
stretched out atop him, turning her head so her cheek rested on his muscular
chest.
    “And you are all I have dreamed of for two
decades, little Amazeen.”
    “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
    “And you will have me there,” he said,
caressing her shoulder, stroking her hair. “Give us a few more days and I’ll be
pouring myself into you.”
    His words sent tremors through Shanee. Her
hand was on his pectoral, her fingers twirling the hair that grew thickly over
his taut muscles. “I don’t know if I can wait a few more days,” she said.
    His arms tightened around her. “I can
pleasure you with my hands and my mouth, ionúin, until I can pleasure
you with my cock. Be patient. Anything worth having is worth waiting for.”
    She fell asleep there on top of him with
his strong, powerful arms wrapped around her, her lower body securely
positioned between his long legs. His chin rested atop her head and as their
breaths became one in unison and rhythm, the waterfall gently lulled him into
slumber beneath her.

Chapter Three
     
    “I have no intention of ever seeing my
mother again,” Ailyn told her two days later when she’d finally dredged up the
courage to ask him. They were reclining on a large flat boulder behind the
cascade of the waterfall. The bright light spearing down from the ceiling was waning
and he had lit several torches that were ranged along the walls.
    “General Strom believed that might be the
case,” Shanee told him.
    “Is he better than Morrison?” he inquired.
    She nodded. “A good man, I think.”
    “If she really is dying,” he said, his gaze
clouding, “it makes sense why she would want me home.”
    “For the money in the an Éilvéiseach bank account?”
    His head swiveled toward her, his brow
furrowed. “I’d forgotten about that,” he said. “No, I doubt she gave that a
moment’s thought. Felix might have but not our mother.”
    “Then why?” she asked.
    He held her gaze for a moment. “Think about
it, ionúin .What one thing can she get from me that no one else
would or could give her?”
    Shanee shrugged. “I can’t imagine. I didn’t
believe for a minute that she was being sincere with her crying,” she said. “I
got the feeling that was simply for show.”
    “My mother never loved